Pantalone bides his time in his Snezhnaya office, sorting through statements and official requests as per usual. He made it a habit to take time out of his day to pay attention to the financials of his position, not just the political bits that he tended to get caught up in.
The banker’s office time was intervened by the sharp rapping of knuckles on his door. Two of his Fatui lackeys entered a few moments later, dragging a struggling girl by her arms. “Sir, we found the traveler.”
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